Michael woke up to a sad-tuned song,
Matched with a harp, and small sized gongs,
It seems that Satan was taunting him again,
Waking him up, to a song haunting as death.
The slow and melancholic tune was too much to ignore,
It was captivating, although Michael would not want more.
It was Satan's gift...a manipulative and endearing voice,
That could bend your mind, against your very choice.
He continued to repeat the same verses over and over,
Making sure that Michael stamps it to his memory forever,
Satan kept looking at him, as Michael could only stare behind bars,
And this is how the song goes, that could be heard even though afar:
"One...two...three...four...five,
The demons, hungry for blood, will arrive,
And so to make sure.. that you survive...
You need to find..a safe place to hide...
One...two...three...four...five,
Make sure you're quite as hard to find...
For our vision's strong, sharp and wide,
Hurry now, or lose your mind...
One...two...three...four...five,
Listen to this mere advice,
For no help would came, as angels fall,
Prepare to die, if you fail the call...
Harmony's broken, and Lucifer had woken,
No one could oppose him, even the bright lit heaven.
Peace is no longer, as the demons unravel more power,
The mortals are all ours, the light is no longer...
So...if you want to survive,
Make sure...you know to hide,"
Satan finishes his song when he noticed that Michael was frownig,
"Ah, don't be angry, you came here on you're own, so your friends won't be dying,"
"Satan...stop this madness, you know Lucifer won't share the throne with you,"
"I'm not interested in that, I know he won't too,"
"Then why this madness? This chaos? You could have been so much more,"
"What's so much more than a servant deprived of ruling and power?"
"There is only one God, Satan...you need to be reminded of that,"
"Yes, there is only one God to you...and so what?
I want to see the world fall apart, because that is the essence of my very existence,
If God really is All Mighty, then why not kill me when he pleases?
I say...God is a joke and He lets it be for the show,"
"That is not the reason!" "I say you simply don't know..."
Michael stops talking, and gave Satan the time to give his own opinion,
Which Satan quickly grabbed, as he talks about why he chose opposition.
"You knew I was an angel as well...with a different name,
but a purpose like all of you...we are all the same.
And when I was injured, could barely save myself,
I look around, and no angel came to help...
You were victorious, kicked Lucifer out successfully,
And yet you left me, as I lay there hopelessly.
Lucifer found me, and gave me half of his own essence,
That now I am loyal, to him that your Lord of Heavens.
Did He ever truly loved me?
Or was I merely a pawn, never to be free?
Or was I destined to be the very figure of evil itself?
Just because I was deprived of help?
God was a fraud...He tricked all of you,"
"God is not...you betrayed Him, and that fact you knew.
You were not the only brother we lost that day...
And yet they died for God, till death to Him they stayed...
Dying doing God's deed is the most beautiful Death,
And yet you chose to lavish yourself, with Lucifer's mortal wealth..."
"You are just jealous you never tasted such power...
Michael you're strong...I will spare you if you start to know better."
"I will not betray God, I'd rather die than see evil take my heart over,
I loved Him all my life, such love will not be blinded by your power,"
"You are a fool...all of you are,
Your heart is blinded...when you could have soared far.
True that you have wings, but how far did those take you?
You are like ants, serving a Queen, doing the same things you're asked to do,"
"God...we owe everything to God,
He created all things-" "And so did he create our corrupted hearts?"
"He did not want evil to be born,
And yet you failed to live up, to the duties you have sworn!"
"We are given the minds to thing of our own, aren't we?
So just let us do what I want...let us be free,
We are rulers here, we can do all we want,
And in heaven? We are trampled like sand.
Don't you ever wonder why devils have more names?
Why devil have more character? Personalities and change?
It's because all of you are clones, created with the same purpose,
Though you are a chief angel, such title I wouldn't boast.
Here, we can live happy, we can drink, marry, and love,
And you, what can you boast to me that you have?"
Michael didn't said a word,
As he knew talking back would have no use,
Satan was convinced that he was right all along,
He was scarred, not just simply bruised.
His silence made Satan smirk wide,
As he then called someone from behind,
A familiar face, was revealed at last,
"Eleazar?" Michael couldn't help but ask.
It was him, no mistake,
although his expression, was somehow changed,
He smiled at Michael, with no sign of respect,
"This is Eligorr, for Eleazar won't ever wake,"
"Eleazar! Snap out of it!"
"Don't ever think of calling him, he was weak,"
Eligorr taunted, as Michael grieved,
Seeing his friend turn evil, he couldn't dare believe.
"Lluming! How about him?! He gave a lot just for you!"
"How many times do I have to remind you...
Eleazar is no longer,
This is Eligorr, no weakness, more power..."
Satan laughed seeing Michael mentally break,
"It seems that such scene, the chief couldn't take,
Well Eligorr...it's better if you memorise the angel's scent,
Angels can locate each other, right? This will be helpful, for a lot of events,"
Eligorr obeyed as he stays close to Michael,
As the chief felt broken, while Eligorr mocked his title,
"Why do you even have to mourn for one angel?
I thought as chief, you would be stronger, dear Michael,"
The angel felt offended and looked at him sharply,
His hands shivering, as Eligorr backs quite slowly,
Michael stood up, and shook the bars holding him,
With eyes filled with wrath, even Satan haven't seen.
"I remember every angel that had passed although they are millions,
I remember each face, who remained loyal, and who gave up to rebellion,
I've loved every one of them, till death claimed their lives,
You wouldn't understand, and you wouldn't pay no mind.
For what would a thing, bred for evil like you would even care?
You know when you're no longer useful, Satan would kill you, with his own hands bare,"
Eligorr felt disrespected and quickly stabbed his chest,
As Michael faltered, "Angering Eligorr wouldn't be best,"
"You won't die, but that would hurt a while,
I'll keep you alive, until you change your mind,
For now...Eligorr would search the palace,
In case, a spy, is hiding among us,"
Satan laughed as he played his harp again,
Reminding Michael, of his many many burdens,
It was hard to keep it up, to remain strong despite such heart breaks,
And yet Michael stood up, not giving up to temptations,
For humanity's sake.
...
Eligorr walked to a different chamber,
As Michael's words he can't help but remember,
Who was Eleazar? Who was Lluming he claims?
Why was the archangel's eyes? Show a thousand type of pain?
He sighs as he felt confused for a bit,
Though such emotions, to a killer like him won't fit,
His mission was simple, to slay anyone who opposes Lucifer,
And after he does, he'd be a Prince of hell, known for loyalty and power.
He'd stand among gods, he'd stand among rulers,
He'd stand among beasts, and his name would cause people to cower.
He just needs to be patient, he needs to be invincible,
He needs not to have mercy, for betrayal will be irreversible.
He looks at the mirror, and touches his face,
"Eleazar, huh? What a life gone to waste..
You seem to have a lot of respect among your brothers,
What kind of person are you, I can't help but wonder?"
...
Lluming awoke to a nightmare,
As Sellena felt shocked, while the demon paid no care,
"Lluming? Are you alright?"
"I dreamed of Eleazar..."
Lluming replied as he held his chest tight.
He looked at Sellena and the demon in turn,
"What happened to him? Please let me learn,"
Asmodeus rubbed his eyes, "Can I just do it tomorrow,"
But Lluming stared at him, "Tell me now, don't let me wait longer,"
Asmodeus took him seriously,
As Lluming glowed quite vividly,
He revealed that he was turned to ashes,
But he don't know where he was kept,
But Lluming swore he dreamed of his presence.
"Are you sure that's an angel dream and not a human one?
May I remind you, part of your angel side is gone,"
Asmodeus reminded as he just wanted to go back to sleep,
But Lluming in his heart, still firmly believes.
(I can't be mistaken, I know he is near,
And I won't stop searching, until his voice again I hear...)